It's not to ignore,
to pretend
nor blind
oneself

Love is,
something reckless
a delicate feather
a quietly
burning ember

an ember
that stands against the wind
and only becomes
brighter

Evil is here,
and always present
though it's our duty
to love

to love is to live,
and it can be difficult
though persist on
because
it's the best
you can
do